Long before the name "The Big Show" was even considered an idea, even long before the idea of that Paul had placed the desired idea that he wanted to become a professional wrestler. There within lies a story, a true testiment of a man, the trials and tribulation as a boy. Paul never new who his biological parents were. This story takes place back when young Paul was still that orphan boy without a father to guide him, nor a mother to nurture him. Paul if you take a look at him now you’d never be able to tell it as his now looming structure struck fear into the hearts of man. But behind the beast lays a story of friendship, of love… their lies a story of hardship and of pain. This was the story of Paul Wight.Prologue
The rain-washed over the windshield of a Chevy Sedan that drove down the road slowly and silently, no other cars where in sight. Inside the car was a woman and a small infant child. The woman glanced quickly at her child who glanced back at her with a smile; the woman however didn’t have a smile. What appeared on her face was the look of sorrow. For she knew what she thought she had to do, what was necessary. Undergoing bankruptcy and foreclosure of her home all that she had left was her son Paul and the car that she drove in. Her vehicle steadily made it’s way towards its destination. She thought to herself of all the days that it had to rain why this one. She felt she was all out of options, all out of choices. The raindrops swished off the window as the windshield wipers washed them away and the high beams illuminated the path that was set before them. Se looked towards the horizon at what was set before her. Alone … Alone was the feeling that filled her, that tore away and chipped her diamond will. After her fiancé up and left her after hearing the news that she had became pregnant and would bear a child.
She was left with nothing but hate, and grief. It carried with her wherever she went, her personal life effected her job and she was eventually let off, and unable to emotional put back the pieces, un able to glue back the soul that was left, She tried for the life of her as long as she could possible go. But finically she eventually couldn’t go on any longer. But that on her own perhaps it was destiny calling to her, telling her as much as she hated to do what was necessary in her mind set, on what was needed to be done. She made a left turn as her destination grew closer. With each passing minute. Something wet began to fall from her face, and it wasn’t the rain, perhaps it was a tear. She took her hand and whipped it way telling her self “ this isn’t the time to be weak now, you got to do this, she checked the rear view mirror and she glanced at her precious little Paul and began to speak out lout.
I’m so sorry Paul; I’m so very sorry, “ the words trembled from her lips, “ hope you’ll forgive me what I’m about to do Paul. I hope that you’ll understand one day. That as much as your mother loves you, as much as I care bout you, you deserve a better life, some one who can take care of you Paul. She paused, her hand were shaking nervously as she gripped the steering wheel. The looming destiny almost within grasp now. She pulled her hoodie over her head and inhaled the inevitable reality that she thought to herself was necessary. She thought to herself, she hoped… that maybe one day that her young Paul would one day forgive her transgressions. Perhaps hoping was useless… maybe asking forgiveness would be asking for too much. So pulled up and slowed the car to a near stop at curb. Outside was a big building with all the lights off. The location that she was at was an Orphanage. The rain started to slow down to a drizzle now instead of a downpour. “Looks like the weather might be getting better. She got opened the car door and unbuckled her seat belt and got out of her vehicle. She walked towards the back door and stared inside for a moment before opening it…
She pondered about what will become of her young one, of her precious Paul… and she opened graphed the handle and opened the car door. She bent over and unbuckled the car seat and took the blanket that was next to Paul, glancing at him, seeing that smile one last time before she then decided to wrap the blanket over him. Leaving that last imprinting memory and storing it in her memory bank. She picked up the car seat and carried it in both of her arms and started to walk towards the building and she thought to herself, she questioned herself “Was there really another choice? Was there really no other option? She pushed all of her droughts outside of her mind and concentrated at the task that was at hand. She got to the doorsteps and placed him there upon them and Paul started to whimper a little bit. She stared at him…thought some more out loud… my Paul… My baby boy Paul…. don’t worry my baby.. It will be ok… somewhere out there… some one better then me…. Some one will take care of you… You will find a home one-day…. And when you do… You’ll live a better life then me… Please be strong for me Paul… You’re my baby boy… and no matter what even if were apart, I’ll never forget the short amount of time that I had with you Paul…. You’re my sweet little boy… and one day you will grow up Paul… and you’ll be something so much more. Something… Big. She then rang the bell and ran off in the fleet of rain and got in her car and buckled up quickly. She seen the doors begin to open and she then drove away… leaving her young child Paul… in the hands of an uncertain destiny.
The Orphaned Boy
Even a brick wants to be something… it inspires. A common ordinary brick wants to be something more then it is, It want’s to be something bigger… something better and that’s what Paul wanted to be, something much bigger. These bricks that Paul starred at build a home of dreams… the dreams of children. Paul starred at the bricks that built this construction, which made this orphanage a home to children like him. Years have passed since the day that Paul was dropped of here at the orphanage he was now twelve years old. Twelve years… twelve long years had passed and he seen friends that he would make grow up… and he would see families come in and adopt them. But still no body wanted to pick Paul… was it because for being twelve years old that he grew at an accelerated rate, more then that of the common normal boy, that he appeared older then what he actually looked like. Would he be able to live a dream, to become more then just a victim of abandonment…? More then just a prisoner which sought for salvation…the earning for freedom that came with the love of a family that would one day walk threw those doors and set him free, take him home with them and teach him all the things that parents thought their children when they were little.
Would he too one day be able to achieve what he had witness so many times… time after time again he would witness one of his friends leave off in a happy smile while he was left with the feeling of being unwanted. Did anyone care about him, He would often wonder that no one ever would, and why would they, because he felt that if not even his real mother cared enough for him why would any one else. He used to tell all the kids that one day he would be big. That he would be something so big and that when he got older everyone would welcome him, they would accept who he is. That one-day people would line up to see him as far as the eye could see. He truly never really believed it would happened but he would always tell these kind of stories to all the friends he would make while he was their. The only had one real friend while he was there and that friend was Jim Duggan. Paul went outside and seen that Jim was out in the court yard and when he seen him he was playing with a two by four plywood carrying it around and pretending that he was Patriotic… like as if he was Uncle Same, the re-incarnation himself put in the soul of One little boy.
Jim Duggan: Hooooooo……
Paul looked at him with eyes of curiosity. Wondering why he was playing with a piece of worthless plywood. He wondered why of all the things he picked out, and how he could have so much time, and he could find happiness in a place like this. How did Jim escape the realities? The cold hard truth that no one has yet wanted to adopt them… that no one has yet tried to bring them back with them to their homes. He looked at him with the curiosity and he slowly approached Jim with a sense of shyness. He began to open his mouth, and spoke to him in a questioning manner.
Paul Wight: What are you doing?
Jim Duggan: I’m going to be a professional wrestler one day Paul…
Paul Wight: Do you think that’s even possible…
Paul remember watching the one television they had in the lobby, him and Jim would watch wrestling matches and they would see people like Hulk Hogan and Andrea “The Giant’ square off… Jim’s favorite was always Hulk Hogan… but Paul… something about Andrea stuck something with him, the way he was able to dominate in the ring, he became and idol to him. He used to think to himself that one day a lot of people would come to see him, that they would pay their hard earned money and line up at the ticket booths…. and they would say “Can’t wait to see that Paul Wight tonight”. It was a kids dream… but perhaps it was something more and only time would find out what would become of Paul Wight and his friend Jim Duggan. But more then professional wrestling. The one thing that Paul wanted more then anything else in the world was a family. It was for him to hear those words I love you son… to experience a father, to have him teach him play baseball, how to grow up and be a man, how to show him the right way. Paul always wondered if that day would come.
Jim Duggan: Anything is possible Paul. You just got to put your mind to it.
Paul Wight: Really? Is that it?
Jim Duggan: What about you Paul what do you want to be.
Paul looked at him with sad eyes as he responded back to him.
Paul Wight: I’ll trade it all Jimmy… I don’t want anything else more then a father. I just want to be with a family, I just want somebody to want have me. I want to be something more. Why do you think we were let Jimmy. Why do you think our mom and dad left us here in this place and didn’t want to take care of us, do you think that it’s because they didn’t like us.
Jim snapped back at him with a wave of anger
Jim Duggan: Who cares what they like. They’re the ones who lost out Paul… As far as I’m concerned I hate them Paul… I hate them with all my guts…
Paul Wight: I just want someone to tell me that they love me.
Jim Duggan: Have I ever told you … I love you. You’re like a brother to me. And I do always. All we need is each other and that’s all we need Paul. We don’t need any family, we don’t need anybody else. As long as we got our brotherhood that’s all that we will ever need. Do you hear me Paul. That’s all we’ll ever need.
Paul looked back at Jim.
Paul Wight: I guess your right Jim. We’ll always have each other. Friends forever right?
Jim Duggan: Right. Friends forever Paul. Friends forever…
Little did Paul now that things would change and soon.
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Every time he slept, it was the same dream. Like a repetition to remind him of what he couldn’t remember as when it happened his brain hadn’t fully developed yet when he was just an infant. But to an unknown reason Paul continued to have these dream every night. In the dream he saw the rain falling down on him and a woman that stood over him bent over him and she was singing a song to him… “It’s been raining in my dreams, no all my wishes are wet, all my thoughts it seems must not become mad or upset. It’s been training my sweet child…. Child of mine… It’s been raining in my heart, It’s cloudy, no rainbows I see… Life.. My child… sweet… sweet child… is like a state of Art…. Yet but what to do with you and me? The singing seemed to comfort him as the unknown woman, perhaps his mother, the woman who he could never remember, and never knew who sang this song…
He continued to listen to her sad words come from her lips as her angelic voice continued in it’s harmony… Where will all my tears… go? Maybe to endless rivers of sorrow… all my life’s moments long ago… Tell me to look for a new tomorrow… I wonder where you will go now my son… Will I ever be able to touch him, feel him? My lonely heart on how it must follow. The love I feel never dim… oh my baby … sweet child of mine. It’s been raining. It’s been raining. In my dreams. It’s been raining in my heart. My child. My sweet son… follow the dunes, streams and moonlight beams.. I know as I leave you will one day find a new start…and as it rains. In this world. How I can wish I could ask the angels to heal your heart for it to be touched and cured… sweet child. It’s been raining. It’s been raining.. Raining in my dreams… I will never see those dunes, streams, and moonlight beams… because I not sure if I’ll ever see you my sweet child.. ever it again.. it seems.. maybe not until.. A rainbow appears in my dreams… Oh it’s been raining raining.. raining in my dreams…
This is the dream that Paul would have every night, and just like ever night he the rest of the dream would slip into blackness, into an abyss of forgotten memories. Eventually the daylight would come and it beamed threw shining in the room where all the other children slept. Paul slept by the window and it woke him up. Paul Wight stretched both of his arms out and yawned as he looked outside and to his surprise.. He saw a rainbow… was it destiny…. Was it a sign…? From his dreams… that would bring forth a change in young Paul’s life. Paul sat up and looked outside of his window with curiosity… could it be. Could this be the day? Excitement rushed threw Paul’s veins and coursed threw out his soul. Paul looked over the side of his bunk bed and seen some of the other kids begin to wake up as they new it was Monday and business was picking up again as older adults that couldn’t bear children or for other reasons came threw the double doors of the orphanage. Paul scrambled for the ladder and descended downwards in an enthusiastic manner. He quickly changed into his appropriate clothes and combed his hair.
He made his way towards the restroom and brushed his teeth. He then smiled in front of the bathroom mirror. “Today’s the day. Today’s my lucky day” he would always say that. Every time.. but this time it felt different.. Different then most days … he felt that maybe that this could be the day… that perhaps that he would finally find a family that he could call his own… a father that he always longed for. He made his way out of the restroom and Jim started waking up with a bit of curiosity as to find out what the commotion was all about. Jim Duggan got up and climbed down his ladder and started to get in his attire. Paul ran out the door in a hurry and he seen the caseworkers and family’s already starting to sign documents and he looked at a family.. He seen a husband and wife glance at him and star at him with curiosity. The wife had a look of awe on her face.
Woman: Ohh.. look at him Jacob… look at him…we should get him…
*Paul was the first one that they had seen today, and a wave of emotion started to take over Paul’s body*
Jacob Richardson: You sure, you still want to wait and see the….
Woman: Have a heart will you, it’s not what’s on the outside that counts it’s what’s inside that matters… You told me that Jacob.
Jacob Richardson: Well yes Mary ok… Well take this one.
Mary Richardson: Oh thank you Jacob
Jacob looked at the caseworker with questioning eyes and an attitude that said “Ok let’s do this now
Jacob Richardson: Ok so now where do I Sign.
When Paul heard those words a tear fell down his cheek. It was a tear of happiness. A tear of joy. Of realizing a dream to finally come true… to finally have what he wanted all this time. Finally somebody that wanted him. He turned around and the smile slightly faded away when he seen Jim Duggan. He looked at him and Jim looked back at him with an upset look.. The same upset look that Paul had every time someone else came for a different child that wasn’t him. He looked at Jim that ran away in anger… knowing that their brotherhood may never be the same again, that they may never get to see each other again… that this may be the last time the saw each other. Little did he know that his brotherhood may be over and that all that would be left were memories and an uncertain future that lied ahead of him. Whatever it was..it was different… something else… A change….
Even Giants can fall Down sometimes.
Paul was much older now, and much much bigger. And a lot of time had past since his time in the orphanage. He was now in his twenties and on a pursuit to live up to his childhood dreams and take the advice of an old friend that came in the form of a child he once long ago new as Jim Duggan. Paul Wight had came a long way since his days of being in an orphanage. He wanted to honor his one friend that he had in his childhood. Perhaps the greatest dream he had as a child had came true, the stars aligned just ever so right on that day he got a family to love and to care for. A father that over the course of his life that had taken care of him and had gotten that father that had taught him baseball. But yet it felt like there was still something missing, something that had yet to be done. That missing link the Paul felt was a childhood dream of becoming a professional wrestler in the sports entertainment business. To become like his child hood hero.. Like the icon Andrea “The Giant” and have great matches like when he face Hulk Hogan…
This was Paul’s dream that just like Andrea had stood over 7 feet tall, one of the world’s largest athletes in the world, so to did Paul Wight stand over Seven feet tall… seven feet and two inches to be exact. Paul had grown up with what the doctors had known as Acromegaly. He grew up with an overproduction of growth hormones in his mid-adult years, which was caused by a benign tumor that grew and expanded surrounding his brain tissues and optic nerves. Paul eventually had to get glasses because of this and he had to also get surgery done. Eventually the headaches became too much for him to handle and a worried Jacob took him to the hospital. Paul could remember that day in the hospital. He could remember the doctor telling him “everything will be alright, that they were professionals of their trade, and only the extremely trained individuals would handle him with the utmost care. As if he was some object, like a car that needed to be tuned by auto mechanics. He didn’t find it at all comforting one bit and he hated them for when they said that he should calm down… Calm down he remembering during that day in the operation. Calm down. That was his life they were talking about… in their hands… more then his life…his dreams that he still had yet to fulfill… he still had a destiny… and it turned out that destiny would see him threw that operation and he would yet live to see another day.
Paul’s health problems would seem to just get worse from then on out. If as if having a growth hormone issue want bad enough, the doctors would latter tell him that he was devolving High cholesterol and that he should watch his diet and change his eating habits. It felt as if the problems keep piling up for Paul, like all the hurdles were thrown at him during his pursuit to become what he’s always had and always held close to his heart. But that still wouldn’t stop him from still trying to become. His father would tell him. Don’t let it get you down… that even Giant’s can still fall down sometimes… it’s having that courage… that’ determination to get back up… to try again.. No matter how much and how hard life knocks you down… Paul recalls his foster Father telling him… Paul was grateful to have him in his life; words of encouragement that helped him threw may of life’s troubles that helped him along the way. Paul was in the backyard of their house by a tree that he tied a punching bag to and hung it over a branch. He bent over by the fresh grass that they planted last summer year and grabbed the boxing gloves and put them on his hands and tied them down with the Velcro. He then started to side step from left to right, weaving in and out and back and forth like his foster father Jacob had taught him so many times to do. Admiring the times that his father had taught him how to defend himself in the event needed to. Remember one time he got suspended in High School because he got in a fight. Which brought him to his next lesson. Which was to only use these skills only in self-defense…and in no other circumstance… Maybe it was just pent up aggression that day he got in a fight… but Paul couldn’t exactly remember why…The memories just kind of slipped away like the time that past away so quickly… He threw a left punch… and a right punch… then another left punch again at the punching bag… A curious Joseph came out of the house and opened up the back door and stepped outside watching his adopted son unleash some aggression… some anger… he watched him as he witness his son start to shout at the bag….
Paul Wight: Damn docs…. Can’t tell me anything.
Paul leaned it….and started unloaded like a machine… even the tree started to shake..
Paul Wight: I aint’ going to let nothing stop me from achieving my dream.. Ain’t no one going to to tell me what I should… or should not… what I could… or could not do… Ain’t no body going to to tell me nothing… but me.. I’m the one to decide that. Me.
Paul started to get a bit more aggressive and the punches became more powerful as the tree began to sway some more
Paul Wight: There is no way to be sure… telling me it might be too late… High Cholesterol … I’ve been training my whole life for this moment… every day… I stayed the course.. Never faltered… and I never will
Paul Wight leaned in and threw some more punches and stepped back and leaned down.
Paul Wight: It’s people like you who put the seeds of dought in the people like me who are full of hope. full of dreams.. but it won’t stop me… It.. Can’t because I won’t let it… and I never will..
Paul let out angry howl and upercutted the bag, and started throwing barrage after barrage of punches, leaning back and delivering a left haymaker.. and right haymaker.. The branch started to crack as the force of the blow swayed the tree. More barrage punches continues… the onslaught of the powerful force of Paul Wight eventually cracked the armor of the branch and it gave way and it fell down on top of Paul knocking him down…. Paul gasping for breath as the branch nearly laid him out and a worried father came running over towards him to lend his son a helping hand. He helped Paul push the branch off of him and he held out his hand as Paul refused to grab it being prideful in nature. He rolled over and pushed himself off the ground and got up. He looked at his father with questioning eyes..
Paul Wight: Father…. Maybe they are right… maybe it’s too late..
Jacob Richarson could sense the pain and hurt in Paul’s voice as he could tell that Paul was close to his breaking point… close to giving it all up and abandoning his dreams..
Jacob Richardson: Remember what I said son… it’s not to late… remember….Do you remember right?
Paul Wight looked at his father as he knew the same old monotonous speech that he was about to give… but he knew he was always right though…even though he wouldn’t like what he was about to hear next.
Jacob Richardson: Remember that even Giant’s can fall down… but remember .. What do you do when you fall down…?
Paul Wight: We pick ourselves up and we try again…
Jacob Richardson: Right… We never falter…. And we never give up… Now then… I got some good news… turns out… someone in Thy WWE is searching for new talent son. All the training and matches you put on show for the people at the community gym… all these years son. It has finally paid off.
Paul looked at his father with curiosity as this news spark an interest in him and gave him hope again.
Jacob Richardson: There is a man, in Thy WWE his name goes by Beno. And he is searching for a tag-team partner… when the good word got out from our town and he seen that your name was spoken quit highly of around here in the community he was impressed son. He wants to meet you… and talk about business. This could be good news Paul… this could be Big. I think all that you will have to do is just show up and prove yourself to him Paul. That’s all you’ll have to do…. That’s it… You’ve done it so many times with me son, so many days in the gym, all those wrestling practices, your dream may very well come true Paul. This might just be you one chances… your one big opportunity that you will get. Don’t waste. I believe in you son. I believe.
Paul look at his father in a nod of approval and extended his hand, his father extended his as well and they shook hands in a showmanship of approval and acknowledgement. Paul look at his dad, looked into his eyes and a smile grew on his face. His father looked back at him with a sense of pride and the feeling of hope… and Paul spoke in a peaceful voice.
Jacob Richardson: hank you dad. . Thank you. You’ve always been there for me whenever I needed you… and I wouldn’t want anyone else besides you in my corner to back me up. To knock some sense into me every once in a while. But thank you dad, you always came threw to me and I just wanted you to know that….
Jacob looked back at Paul and went in for a hug, patting big show on the back.
Paul Wight: You know son, I’ve always been proud of you… I’ve always known that things would work out… Now go get them. Son… Prove to them what you can do… Prove to the world. .
Paul Wight let his father go, still smiling and walked threw the house and went towards the family car, a ford mustang and got inside and started up the engine. He look back at his house and back at his father as he was about to set out a tear rolling down his cheek as he waved them off and drove off into the horizon towards his next destination… towards his dreams. His….his destiny.
A New Opportunity
When the scene opens we see Paul Wight setting at a table drinking some coffee with a guy named Beno which they appeared to be going over some contract negotiations and talking about what he was looking for in a partner. Beno looked at Paul Wight gazing upon the mass that was the five hundred pound behemoth, looking impressed as he recognized the seven-foot staggering giant. Beno began to discuss the matters at hand and got straight to the point. He bent over and unzipped his backpack and pulled out some papers from the bag and placed them on the table and pulled a pen from his pocket and clicked it and handed it to Paul. Paul took the papers from Beno’s hand and went over them and started to read the fine print that was between the lines.
Beno: So then, if you sign that paper everything will be settled then. You’ll have a contract and you’ll have your first match here at Anarchy. As my partner in a Trio match. As you know our opponents will be The Losers, which composes of Kid Genius and Tony Man, while the other team consist of Rob Terry and Zack Shield. I need to know if you’ll have my back, if you’re the right man to go to, the right man to have as my partner in this matter. This is for all the marbles Paul, if I win this match; if we win this match… we automatically become the number one contenders for the tag team titles.
Paul white takes a good long look at Beno and smiles at him with a confident look on his face. Beno looks back at him with curiosity and decides to pull out a cigarette.
Beno: I guess while were waiting I was wondering if you have got a light.
Paul digs into his pockets and pulls out a lighter and starts flickering it on and off looking at it, and instead of lighting Beno’s cigarette he instead begins to talk.
Paul Wight: You see this flicker, this small little flame that I hold in my hands… let’s say that this represents Rob Terry and Zack shields… This represents their desire to achieve victory to get the coveted win at Anarchy. They do have a desire to win as you said before to me, we reviewed their tapes, their last match with The Losers, I watched their passion, their desire to win, which I must say, is admirable. But just like that.
Paul takes his hand and puts out the flame by suffocating it from its lack of oxygen.
Paul Wight: The flames of desire are put out easily, the fires of passion distinguished. They are missing the key ingredient that I bring to this table Beno. They’re missing the sheer will power… that deep inner determination that someone like me has dreamt for so long to want to win. I have a lot more to loose… a lot more to prove then they do Beno. See me I need this… this was my child hood dream… I need to show these people what I’m truly capable of. I want them to remember the name Paul Wight and the dominance that I will bring to this company. Just give me the chance… give me the opportunity and I will show you what I’m talking about, and surely you will not be disappointed…
Beno looks back at Paul Wight with a nod of approval.
Beno: Yeah I see that you mentioned Zack Shields and Rob Terry. But I’m more worried about the other team, the one that won their tag team match. They’ve been on fire… the one’s that call themselves the Losers. Kid Genius and Tony Man.
Paul Wight glared at Beno for a second Paul felt like he was trying to find a reason why he didn’t want to hire him on. Paul turned the frown around and smiled. He took the papers from Beno and took the pen in his right hand and signed the contract and he gave it to Beno sliding it across to him. Beno looked at him with hopeful eyes and a look of wonderment as he anticipated his next words…
Paul Wight: So let me get this straight were talking about two people who call themselves “The Losers”. I hate that name. Do you mean to tell me that two people make a mockery of the society that goes threw hardships and pain, all threw out my whole life I was called a Loser myself, I was called a loser, a bastard child that never new his mother or father, the loser who always mopped around an orphanage, they take a name like that and wear it around like as if it’s some kind of badge like some comical clowns… I mean the same exact two people who at the snap of a girls finger their scrubbing her feet and carrying her bags, at the whistle of her breath they drop everything to help her get a cat out of the tree or fix a facet.
The same people who walk around and pose as wannabe stoners. They same two people that got their balls in one woman’s purse… I wouldn’t worry them Beno, they seem to be more occupied with getting some tail more then they are their own careers. Kid Genius and Tony Man… if they had their priorities straight they could be so much more. So much potential, all they really need is a little push in the right direction, just a little smudge and with the right direction just think of the potential these two could do if they took this a little more serious. When the dust has settled and they have tasted the bittersweet taste of defeat, when they crumble under the might and fall from the proverbial ladder of success back down to the bottom rung and start from square one and witness the rise of my success they will realize what I was talking about…. But hey I guess everybody has a chance… everyone has a even chance of winning…
Paul takes out a quarter and starts spinning it
Paul Wight: Head or tails. What will you luck be… heads or tails…
Paul slaps the quarter down on the table
Paul Wight: So the question is will they have luck on their side…me…because me I don’t need luck…
Beno looks at Paul and nods his head and takes his hand and rubs his chin… He takes the papers and puts them in his bag. They get up and Beno tells Paul “Welcome aboard” and they shake hands. They leave their table and Paul just looks up at they sky, wondering to himself. How high he could go, how far can he get… Thinking that if his father Jacob were here he would be proud of this moment, thinking to himself… telling himself. I got back up Father. Look at me now if you could just see this moment you would be so proud of me father, only the sky is the limit now… Only the sky…
